Stowaway Memes Haiku Set

make ye a clean breast
of unknowing, a semen
Greek ivory tit

and yet what dullard
could not pick Voltaire over
mallard-quilled Rosseau?

for Newton's grand gears
grasp the standard of Homer,
Florence, humanaissance

yea, in the grandeur
of our madness we advance
on retreating poles

"Madness?," spoketh I?
yes, the great wars shook Adams
till Eden looked gray

and now to heal stark
Ides of March, there come the Ids
of Silicon May

now with gavel-brush,
the painter will judge of the
lawyer and the lush

to sound the sentence
symphonic upon the court's
mortal marble hush

Abel will dispose
of Cain, and Cain the disposed
remains of Abel

and we shall press on
year upon tired gear so long as
we're willing fables

and new feet will tread
the strange trails of absurdism
and lost-found dada